Hi Sleepy.

Tonight I welcome the new UK listeners with slightly nervous hands (if your'e a new listener from the UK, please reach out and say hello), and a very Swedish accent. I explain what this is. Or try to. An improvised hour. No preparation. English as a second language. Me wandering off and sometimes coming back.

We talk about dreams and why they are considered boring, about childhood clichés and why some are noble while others are embarrassing. I question words. I question “dude.” I question kings. I question myself as an instrument.

There’s a field in the 70s with a long-haired violinist playing to a baby. There’s Dalarna, folk music, menuets, and the regret of throwing a violin away at fifteen. There’s the idea that maybe I am already playing something. The Henrik Lute. An instrument made of breath, memory and unfinished thoughts.

We drift through farm animals, a librarian father, a night-working mother sleeping in the basement, and a lost Yoda melting into the grass of a Swedish lawn forty years ago. We break thought-constructs on purpose. We ask, “Are you asleep?” just to see what happens.

This is not hypnosis. It’s a journey to sleep through association, imagination and the quiet courage of not preparing. If you’re new here, welcome. If you’re old here, thank you for staying. Either way, you can fall asleep, drift off to sleep, or just rest in the mishmash.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, there’s nothing we can do about it.

Sleep Tight!

More about Henrik, click here: https://linktr.ee/Henrikstahl

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